I could never quite comprehend the phrase “desert island” when they said it to mean, that which is rare and for precious reasons I could never part with. Perhaps they meant those things precious enough to keep, those unforgettable treasures that if I had nothing to do for a long period of time these are the jewels, the personal collectibles I could forever repeat without monotony’s interruption. I don’t know for certain about any of that, but if John Steppling continues pulling together brilliant thinkers, authors, artists and intellectuals such as he has in this very first podcast, these are the voices I would want ringing out across the ocean of my mind. Or is it, the desert of my mind? You see, I’m still confused by the phrase, desert island. In any case, I’d be satisfied to listen interminably. I’d need few others...
